Ok so here's the deal. My papa took us to the dog park last Sunday after church. It was an unusually warm day and he thought this would be a great way for us to stretch our legs before the really cold stuff came in.

I did my usual rountine which consisted of smelling everything I could get my nose in. Minnie on the other had started her usual run "like there is no tomorrow" with her booty so low to the ground that it looked like she was scooting it on the floor.

Well my kid sista thinks she's the "bomb diga dee" but back in the day I could probably run circles around her. Unfortuantely, my last surgery has really slowed me down and as a result my Papa stopped taking me to the park .

Minnie just loves antagonizing me. Well, I had just about enough and started the chase when she decided to tackle me and I felt something snap in my leg. It hurt so bad that I yelped. My papa screamed and came to my rescue.

I hobbled all the way home and we went to the vet.

I like my new vet! She is very sweet and gentle. She believes it might be a partial tear or a bad sprain. My father was grateful that it might not be a tear as the last surgery cost 5 grand. She suggested I stay off the leg for 2 weeks. I don't mind because I love hopping around on three legs!

Ok so here's the skinny. My papa has been looking for a new home for the past 2 years. He is so DAMN picky. Well, he finally got one. It's pretty cool!

I was really scared at first but have grown to really like it and I already made a couple of friends in the building.

I hate the concrete floors but love the floor to ceiling windows. I love laying in the sunlight and staring out at the folks albeit they look super tiny. I think it is because we are on the top floor and my Papa says it is a corner unit. I am not sure what it means but there are windows everywhere including the bathrooms. I am just really glad we can FINALLY call this home and most of all NO MORE MOVING!

Ok so I know my Papa has to do this thing called "work" but it has caused him to leave for long stretches at a time which lead me to believe he was not going to come home.

He felt really guilty and was looking forward to taking us to the Halloween party in Old Town. Unfortunately, the event was canceled and we went back home with our tails between our legs. My Papa was truly disappointed but I could care less because I was happy to spend time with him again.

Well I better get going as this is getting a little bit too sentamental for me!

So my Papa enrolls my little sister, Minnie Me , for Agilty Class and does nothing with me due to my DAMN arthritis. What a bummer!!!!!!!! Although, it was nice to have the place to myself for a couple of hours.

Well my Papa must have had a dose of guilt and has signed me up for "Rally Competitions". I think it's a type of obedience trials. I am really good at obedience and it should be alot of fun.

My Papa has been on the phone all night making arrangements to meet my new little sister. I am soooooo excited. I can barely contain myself. I have been praying for a little sister and it looks like my prayers have finally been answered.

I can't wait to meet her tomorrow. She is going to hang out with us for a day or two. I am going to show her all my tricks and promised my Papa that I would be on my best behavior.

My Papa has done it again. He dressed me up as a "pimp" for Halloween. He dragged me down to a place called the "Holiday Inn" in Old Town for the annual "Doggie Happy Hour Halloween Costume Contest."

He was bent on winning this year but unfortunately we only walked away with an honorable mention. Competition was pretty stiff and I was one of four pimps that arrived. My outfit was an original and the others were "off the rack."

I can't wait for the holiday hike in DC. I have a new winter coat and a couple other surprises in store.

All I know is that once a week I get to take a ride in the car and go back to the scary place. I think it's called the vet. I love the people at the vet hospital but hate the fact that it brings back some painful memories.

I am always greeted by a person called a physical therapist at the hospital. This person is nice but makes me move my ouchee leg. She then dunks me in a glass tank that fills up with water. To make matters worse, the floor starts to move and I have to start running in the water.

My Papa gets a good laugh after I'm placed in the water tank (he has a sick sense of humor). The physical therapist says that I am a very stubborn dog because I won't use my leg. She also says I'm a cute little buggar so I guess I'll forgive her for the prior statement.

Maybe I'll use my leg this week but then again maybe I won't ...HEHEHE.